The Tease

We had known Catherine and her husband David for several years. We were not close friends by any means, never visited each other's homes but we did belong to the same club and knew each other on a friendly basis. Catherine was a stunning looking woman, a beautiful face and body, she dressed in an elegant manner and she was what can be easily termed pleasant and friendly towards others. Her husband was a little distant but not standoffish if that is a word. Most of our contact with them was at the club which we frequented often and was sort of the center of our social universe. It was at the club that Catherine showed another facet of her being. She dressed provocatively and in fact was a bit of a tease towards the men who came in contact her. Tease does not quite cover the situation however, she was a cock teaser. Her eyes always roamed the room looking for male eye contact, she tended to display herself at every opportunity, always with low cut tops and high heels and tight fitting dresses. When she danced with a man she put her entire body into the dance, pressing against him, her mouth in his neck and ear, and her leg constantly moving between his, rubbing every part of herself on the man. And yet, when the dance was over, the tease was over and there was no spot of scandal associated with her away from the club. However, if there had been a "dance card" at the club, hers would have been full. Her husband David seemed totally unconcerned about what was happening on the dance floor and seemed relaxed and at ease when she returned to their table.

I enjoyed dancing with Catherine at every opportunity. In the beginning I made no particular effort to do or say anything other than enjoy her breasts against my chest, my thigh rubbing on her pussy between her legs, and the haunting scent she wore. I was hard before I began to dance and harder at the end of it. I suppose that I realized that her freedom with her body was only because I was the man who happened to be her dance partner for the moment. But the desire to get more from her built up each time we danced over a period of many months and I became preoccupied with the desire to get her alone and fuck her. This did not escape the notice of my wife and she mentioned it several times especially after a party at the club when I was very aggressive in bed. She would smile and say something like, "Were you fucking me or Catherine tonight my love?" We had a great relationship; we both had come to terms with the fact that we could desire others while staying true to each other. We strayed only in agreed upon relationships. We had swapped with close friends on occasion, but never outside our social sphere. Marg was also attracted to Catherine and when I asked her if she had designs on her she just smiled. Marg had explored that part of her world and had in fact enjoyed a few women, but claimed it was only certain women who she seemed to find desirable. Catherine apparently qualified for further interest. As for me, I wanted to fuck her until my cock fell off.

My dances with Catherine soon took on a different turn. I believed that her interest in me was becoming more focused on me as a man rather than just as another male dance partner. I began to ask her questions about sex as we danced. This turned her on and our dances were now a form of foreplay. My hands roamed her back and down to her butt, caressing her cheeks and pulling her tight against my cock. I would ask her what color panties she was wearing. Her response was that she never wore panties. Damn. I would ask if she ever thought of my cock entering her pussy. She would answer yes very often. I would ask her if she enjoyed oral sex and here she said she had never tried it. I would tell her that I would love to lick her slit, and she would whisper yes, yes. I even asked if she had ever thought of making it with a woman and she agreed that she had thought of it but never experienced it. I would tell her that I wanted to fuck her and she would say yes I know. I would ask her to meet me somewhere and she would say it was not possible. Marg and I were certainly benefiting from my dances with Catherine. We had some of the wildest sex of our lives. Far from being upset that I could not get to lay Catherine, the lust I felt towards her was fuelling more intense sex with my wife.

I called her a few times on the phone through the week. She was always receptive and relaxed with my frantic sexual advances. She would feel her tits and pussy when I asked her to, and tell me how much she would like to feel my cock in her, but she would never agree to meet me. I was certain that she truly wanted to fuck me and that this was just not an advanced form of her cock teasing. But it did not seem that I would ever break down the barrier that kept her from meeting me. The telephone calls fed our actions on the dance floor which appeared to be the only place I could gain contact with her. Marg had also increased her contact with Catherine at the parties. She and her husband David joined our group at a table on occasion and Marg and Catherine were off to the ladies room many times. It appeared that the two of us were after the same target.

One day, Marg kissed me good bye in the morning and suggested that I come home for lunch that day. I normally hit a pub for beer and sandwich but sometimes came home. I was surprised to see Catherine sitting on the back deck with Marg when I arrived. I bent and kissed her hello and she seemed quite relaxed despite the number of times I had tried to get her alone to fuck. She did not seem surprised to see me. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the company of two beautiful women who might or might not have a new experience in mind. Marg and Catherine seemed quite at ease with each other and it was apparent that this was not just a spur of the moment meeting.

We had a very casual lunch on the deck. We all got a little glow on from a bottle of wine. I could barely keep my eyes off of Catherine, my mind imagining what her tits and pussy would look like and feel like. She smiled at me and knew where my mind was always shifting to give me a better view of tits and upper leg. Of course, running through my mind was her statement about never wearing panties. Suddenly Marg stumbled and spilled the last of the wine over Catherine's beautiful white shorts and blouse. She apologized profusely as Catherine jumped up and taking her by the arm directed her in to our bedroom. I was slow on the pickup but soon realized it had been Marg's plan to get Catherine in a vulnerable situation. After a few minutes I drifted in to the house and sidled up to our partly open bedroom door. What a beautiful sight awaited me. Catherine had pulled her shorts off and was standing there with her beautiful round bare ass pointed in my direction. She was sort of huddled there with arms tight around her breasts as Marg looked for something that might fit. My tongue was dry as I watched her turn just enough towards me that I could see her narrow pussy patch ending at the top of the slit that had been in my mind for months. I backed off a bit not wanting to spoil the situation. As Marg re-approached she noticed a splash of wine on the white blouse as well and suggested that Catherine remove it. There was some obvious tension building as Catherine began to realize what might be afoot. She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal two gorgeous tits bulging out of a lace trimmed mini bra, with her eyes fixed on Marg. Marg dropped the skirt she had brought and proceeded to remove her own shorts and panties and top. No move from either of them for a minute or so, but they drifted together with eyes locked. Ah God you can imagine what I was going through at this point with two beautiful women looking like they wanted something from each other standing in my bedroom naked from the bra down. Marg's red patch of hair inches from Catherine's stripe of dark black hair. Without kissing they each reached around behind the other's back and unhooked the bras. Four beautiful tits bounced out and soon the nipples were rubbing. Then the kiss, soft and tender at first, then a little more demanding as their bodies now pressed one to the other. My mind could feel what they were feeling as their two mounds were now in full contact.

Marg took over now, and lifted one of Catherine's big tits upwards in her hand and bent and sucked a nipple. I could see Catherine's knees bending as she became lost in the first feel of a woman on her tit. They kissed again and Marg then pulled Catherine's head down to feed her one of her own nipples. Catherine moved very slowly, uncertain but aroused as she kissed and licked it a bit before closing her lips around it. By this time Marg's knee was between Catherine's legs and rubbing against her slit. They fell backwards on the bed with Marg more or less on top, both legs spread. Marg's hand moved easily down to find and grasp Catherine's pussy as they kissed more passionately. I was truly taken by the intense but gentle foreplay; it was if there was no rush, no objective just submerging into pleasure. But, I wanted some of that myself. Marg said something to Catherine who nodded and Marg called out for me. I fumbled around so as to not let them know I had been watching them and then entered into the bedroom.

The two ladies moved to sit side by side on the bed. It was obvious that Catherine had expected something like this to happen when she accepted Marg's invitation for lunch. She looked quite at ease although flushed from the play she had just exchanged with Marg. Marg motioned me to remove my shirt and shorts and I hurriedly stripped, my cock springing out with a sharp upward bend presenting an almost purple knob. Catherine made no pretence that it was not there, focusing her eyes on what she had been rubbing on the dance floor for better than a year. How I wanted to just lay her back and fuck her right then. But Marg was in charge and I knew better than to spoil her play knowing full well she had arranged all this more for me than for herself. She told Catherine to follow her lead as she reached out and pulled me over by the cock. She smiled up at me as she rubbed it on her cheek, then kissed the knob and ran her tongue around and around, finally slipping it into her hot mouth. Just as I was about to grab her head and sink it deeper, she came off of it and offered it to Catherine. Ah geez, I almost cum as Catherine's hand closed around it and I moved over towards her like I had a chance to do otherwise. One hand held my cock and the other went between my legs and found my balls. I arched my back towards her, offering my cock to her to do with what she wished. Tentatively she kissed the knob and then slipped her lips over it and about half way down my cock. She almost had her first mouthful of cum but I controlled it with difficulty. I desperately wanted to fuck that tight looking little cunt between her legs.

Marg was acting as director and she lay back on the bed with her feet on the floor, spreading herself wide open, her red gash of a pussy shining wet and as Catherine slipped her mouth off my cock I quickly moved to my knees between Marg's legs and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs until my face was rubbing her cunt lips. I began to lick it slowly at first, running my tongue full length of the slit, finally flattening my tongue on her clit. Catherine was fingering her cunt as she watched transfixed as I brought Marg very close to orgasm. She remembered me telling her how much I wanted to suck her off, and now she knew it would be happening any minute. Marg's legs tightened on my head and I knew she was having a minor orgasm. I rose upwards and looked over at Catherine who spread for me and lay backwards on the bed. At last, the pussy that I had been chasing was spread wide before me. Her narrow black bush pointed the way to the small slit now framed by swollen wet lips. My tongue was out before I reached it with my mouth. One long lick and Catherine cried out with pleasure as I devoured her. I located the little nub of her clit, teasing it with my tongue tip, capturing it between my lips and applying light suction. She cried out and her hands pulled my head against her hot cunt and she pressed it upwards. I climbed aboard her, fumbling to get my cock inserted into her open hole, her fingers frantically working to guide it in. One long thrust and I was buried in her to my balls, our pubic bones grinding against the others. I was still half standing with her knees clenched on my hips. I pushed and she wiggled backwards on the bed with me following behind her. I felt her hot body under me, pressed full length upwards, her tits jammed against me as I began a wild humping action. My hands went under her shoulders and hooked around them as I pulled down on her body with each wild thrust up her cunt. She started cumming very quickly, I could feel her pussy clenching and releasing when my cock was deep in her. I jammed it deep in her and held it there, allowing her to complete her orgasm by sucking me off. This was followed by two or three belts of cum as my body went rigid and then peace as we both collapsed. Months of tease and desire and lust for each other was satisfied in about two minutes.

I looked over at Marg who was both hot and smiling. She said, "Now baby, pay some attention to me, with that out of the way you can begin fucking me again."